A Ballad Of Dreamland

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,Under the roses I hid my heart.Why would it sleep not? why should it start,When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?What made sleep flutter his wings and part?Only the song of a secret bird.

Lie still, I said, for the wind's wing closes,And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dart;Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art.Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound ...